Texty: Guano Apes. Anne Claire.

Weak her bones, cold her breath praying fearfully in the moment of death feels the sleep goming near tries to keep her eyes open and clear through the dark, there Anne Claire, that is no love you got to share Anne Claire, going into a sad lag of flair Easy meet placed in an ugly game lights a candle for an endless shame your love is her pain, growing to hate R.I.P. for rape, she Anne Claire, that is no love you got to share Anne Claire, going into a sad lag of flair Does she turn you on diggin in her wound it Go down on your Knees pray for all your sins be ready to join your last lesson Be ready to join your last kiss Anne Claire, that is no love you got to share Anne Claire, going into a sad lag of flair Does she turn you on diggin in her wound it Good bye, good bye my poor boy Good boy, good boy, no more toys